Vixen felt the sting of a needle as it grazed her cheek and twisted to the side, her spine curving far enough that if she were any less limber she would have been split in two. If she was lucky, the dart would contain an anaesthetic, designed to slow her down or put her to sleep. Unlucky and it would be a neurotoxin that shut her heart down before her feet found the floor again.
If she had earned the enmity of her superiors it would be- No. She didn't even want to contemplate that.
She hit the floor and stumbled. A sedative then. Her left thumb found the three hard nodules in the hollow of her left wrist and depressed the middle one, releasing a measured dose of stimulants into her bloodstream. She crouched in the darkness waiting for it to take effect.
Footfalls scuffed near where she lay; She looked up into familiar, narrow eyes. "Ah, we find you in this unfortunate predicament once more, Miss Vixen."
The stimulants were starting to work. She nodded and managed to croak out, "I turned my back on them. It won't happen again, Principal Martin."
Miss Vixen longed for the good old days, when the worst she could expect was a spitball.
Opening: Rachel Green.....Continuation: Anonymous